I had the Boston Marathon playing on my projector this morning when the kids got to school. They had so many questions about the African runners, the clothing the runners wore, the crowds cheering. It was fun way to start the day. As the morning progressed, however, I started receiving texts and updates on how my buddies were doing on the course.
It must have been tough.
It must have been grueling.
They must have had to dig so deep that it rocked their core. Brought tears to their eyes. Caused some to crumble.
As the morning progressed, my mood changed from upbeat, excited and hopeful, to worried, dismayed and upset. I KNOW what it feels like to put in months and months of training and then have to back down, accept the injury/weather/course/ or whatever the day might bring. Move outside of my hopes and dreams and rely on my body to just survive. It usually isn't very pretty. It takes your mind and your body to a different place. It is often a cliche but at times like this, very true, EXPERIENCES like this take you to a different place as a runner and as an individual. A very noble place.
Although I wasn't there(regretfully)to cheer on my very best running friends, I am in awe of their strength, determination and bravery. They headed into the worst of conditions and hung in their with their heads held high and they gave it their very, very best.
These are the heroes of the day. They have the biggest hearts. They slowed down to run with others and extended a spirit that isn't often seen at races like BOSTON. The went outside of themselves and embraced the bigger picture.
I'm grateful that all of you SURVIVED. I'm SO fortunate to call you my friends. I don't mind if you had to stop and save it for another race. I don't mind if you had to walk. I don't mind if you had to jog or hold a stranger's hand while they sat along the sidelines.
I love you guys, you are all heroes in my eyes...all of you!
It must have been tough.
It must have been grueling.
They must have had to dig so deep that it rocked their core. Brought tears to their eyes. Caused some to crumble.
As the morning progressed, my mood changed from upbeat, excited and hopeful, to worried, dismayed and upset. I KNOW what it feels like to put in months and months of training and then have to back down, accept the injury/weather/course/ or whatever the day might bring. Move outside of my hopes and dreams and rely on my body to just survive. It usually isn't very pretty. It takes your mind and your body to a different place. It is often a cliche but at times like this, very true, EXPERIENCES like this take you to a different place as a runner and as an individual. A very noble place.
Although I wasn't there(regretfully)to cheer on my very best running friends, I am in awe of their strength, determination and bravery. They headed into the worst of conditions and hung in their with their heads held high and they gave it their very, very best.
These are the heroes of the day. They have the biggest hearts. They slowed down to run with others and extended a spirit that isn't often seen at races like BOSTON. The went outside of themselves and embraced the bigger picture.
I'm grateful that all of you SURVIVED. I'm SO fortunate to call you my friends. I don't mind if you had to stop and save it for another race. I don't mind if you had to walk. I don't mind if you had to jog or hold a stranger's hand while they sat along the sidelines.
I love you guys, you are all heroes in my eyes...all of you!